Wolf Creek Christian Writers Network

  • October by Neal Johnson

    The wind fought its way across the dry October ground. It picked its way through the dusty, dying grass And curled around the feet of those standing by. Hair bounced playfully on bowed heads. Skirts and trousers buffeted back and forth With the tide of the wind. For more of "October" included in Looking at Life, visit Amazon.com C. Neal Johnson (PgD, JD) has an extensive and unique 45-year backgound, both internationally and domestically, as an attorney, banker, and educator, and was a negotiat…

  • Living Through Friday with a Sunday In Your Future by Jan Davis

    “He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief. Surely he has born our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.” - Isaiah 53:3-4 “And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” - Mark 15:34 “And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the sabbath day according to the commandment.” - Luke 23:56 “And when the sabbath was past, Mary M…

  • Baron and the New Beginning by Peggy Bodde

    Baron was staring out the car window and didn't even realize he was biting his fingernails. Baron didn't move except to push his hair to the side, so it wasn't hanging in his eyes. He stared at all the new faces and the tall gray building and sighed... For more of "Baron and the New Beginning" included in Looking at Life, visit Amazon.com Peggy Bodde is a full-time writer who specializes in creating content for English and social studies textbooks. She also works as a copywriter for various mark…

  • Don't lose the wonder by Richard Gammill

    I drove along in my pickup, engaged in conversation with my wife. Yet it was not Jan who sat next to me, but our grandson, Noah. There was no phone to my ear; Jan's voice came through the radio speakers. When I finished that conversation, I said to Noah, "You are 12 years old; talking with your grandmother this way is an ordinary thing to you. But I am still amazed at this technology. It is a wonder to me." Noah responded, "No, I remember when we couldn't do this. I think it is wonderful." Soon …

  • Glow in the Dark by Allyn Schuyler

    On no, said my dear mother You can't rub away that mark! Why, I still see it sitting there Brightly glowing in the dark. In this poem, a little boy discovers the magic of his mother's goodnight kiss. For more of "Glow in the Dark" included in Looking at Life, visit Amazon.com Allyn Schuyler, a pen name, is a freelance writer and artist. She has a BFA degree and has spent her life coloring outside the lines on page and canvas. A recent empty nester, Allyn delights in writing essays about life for…